And after all our chores, it was off to the beach at the back of my lola’s house. And we would spend the whole day there, going home only for meals and the obligatory nap. After siesta, we would rush back to the beach and swim and build sandcastles and swim and …
We wouldn’t go home until the sun would set and our aunt would fetch us back. 
And because it’s summer, one thinks about the beach. This one is of Tadyaw Beach in Tolosa, Leyte. Was in Tolosa last week of March for a family thing. That’s the Pacific Ocean, by the way.
I’m finishing up on tasks for the early part of next week as I’ll be flying home over the weekend. And when I think of home, part of the scenery that runs through my mind is the beach at Tolosa. The beach is just a few steps down the backyard of my grandmother’s house in Tolosa. We would usually spend our summers there, along with several other cousins.
Students are off on their semester’s break and will be back by November 5 yet. Wouldn’t it be great if teachers also get a semester’s break?
We do get a break from holding classes, meeting with students, marking papers. But it’s mostly spent finalizing preparations for next term’s classes. And me, I still have to report for office duty every ****ing day because I’m department chair.
How I wish to spend a few days away from school. A weekend just won’t do it.
I would need more time to just sit under the sun and fry. Or to swim in the water. Or to lie down in a hammock or beach chair with a book, preferably a pulp novel. Or…
How I crave for a holiday.
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